Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

"What's going on?" He asked again, trying to coax an explanation out of me.

"Please!" He begged.

"What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON?! Kylie HATES YOU! Harry, you killed my fucking parents! Do you think it's normal to fall in love with the guy who killed your parents?!" I shouted in his face, as I violently stood up, and turned around to face the big windows. The night sky was beautiful, but at the present moment, I wished it would start raining. He shut up, and looked intensively at me.

"Stop panicking." He said, coldly. He stood up, and went back to the bathroom again. I heard the door slam, and felt a cold sensation run down my spine, giving me chills.

"Harry?" I asked, walking towards the bathroom door, wanting to be close to him again.

"Harry?!" I said again.

"Please, I'm sorry..." I said, resting my head against the door, as I leaned on it.

The door cracked open a bit, making me stumble, but I kept myself upright.

"You can't use that as a blame every time something's wrong, Jane. It hurts me almost as much as it hurts you." He said, his eyes blank, but his voice shaking.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, trying not to cry.

"Kylie is coming here. She'll be here any minute, to kick you out." I said, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"I'm not leaving. I'm finally with you fully - no secrets, no problems - just you and me. I'm staying right here." He said, stepping closer to me.

"But do you agree? Shall I leave?" his eyes were sparkling, as his body inched closer to mine.

"No. Stay. Right here." I said, pointing at my heart. He smiled, and put his arms around my waist.

"I'll never leave there, babe. I mean here - in this apartment... with you." He said, playing with my hair.

"Why would I ever want you to leave me?" I asked, moving my lips closer and closer to his. He pulled away.

"Because I'm a pain in the ass.." he whispered, smiling cheekily.

"What would make you think that?" I whispered, as I put my arms around his neck.

"This..." he said, and went in for a kiss, but right before our lips met, he pulled away, keeping me waiting.

"This..." he said, and pinched my bum, making me jump.

"And this..." he said, kissing my neck, but denying our lips to meet.

"This, i don't want you to make a habit of either. Not fair..." I whispered, panting.

"Don't worry, I won't." he said, making vibrations go through my neck, tickling me. He worked his way up, from my neck, to my jaw, avoiding my lips as he kissed every inch of my face.

"Harry!" I said, irritated as hell.

"Don't be such a tease." He smiled, and went in for a kiss. This time, I pulled away.

"Not this time." I whispered as I winked at him, and turned around to walk to the kitchen. I heard him laugh as he stood there, gazing at me.

"I'll remember that." he said, as he walked after me towards the kitchen.

"Please do babe, please do."

I walked over to the keddle and filled it with water, turning it on to boil.

"Tea or coffee?" I asked, as I pulled out two cups from the cupboard.

"Whatever you're having." he said.

"Tea it is, then." I said, as I pulled out a pot and the tea leaves.

"What about food?" he asked. I totally forgot.

"I'm not really hungry..." I said, trying not to laugh. I was such a bad liar - all he needed was to see my face, and I'd be busted.

"You have to eat something." He said, walking up behind me. I turned the other way, trying not to look at him.

"You've got to eat. No, seriously." he said, as I started laughing like a little baby. I shook my head.

"I'm not eating!" I said, a bit more serious.

"Don't feel like it." He shook his head angrily, as he turned around and walked to the kitchen again, pouring in the hot water onto the tea. Someone knocked on the door. My heart started racing, and my breathing exhilarated.

"I'll get it." Harry said, putting down the kettle with the hot water onto the stone-countertops. He went to the door, and put his hand on the handle, looking back at me.

"I love you." He mouthed.

"I love you too." I said back. Then he opened the door, and let the devil inside.